addressed to "The Chen Residence," leading
onary billionaire, the man behind Genesis Inc.-a stark contrast
ng every penny of my art money to his "struggling startup," and watching him feign
miles melting into an intimate embrace as I overheard her murmur, "She' s still
erformance, my sacrifices the fuel for his betrayal, lea
everything; he had laughed while doing it, while I counted p
ctured poverty, the cruel deception surrounding my miscarriage, an
, dripping with feigned concern for his "debt," demanded I kneel and th
vid, mask discarded, grabbed me, warning, "You'r
llars, sneering, "Pick it up. Isn't that what you're goo
ceased mother's sacred jade bracelet, stolen by Davi
I grabbed a plate shard, dragging it across my own a
made a choice: there would be no more lies, no